The Anti-Christmas RhymeWhen it comes to December, (The most depressing month of the year)The Anti-Christmas Rhyme3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I seem to lack the ability to spread Christmas cheer.
The colors are just annoying and the joy makes me gag,
But I still try to act cheery, so I don't look as bad. ;w;
I used to love Christmas! I mean it was kind of a required thing,
since every child was excited as hell to see what Santa would bring.
I wonder who still believes in Santa, Christmas day after day.
Is Santa truly real? I found out the hard way...
God Dammit I can't write a poem to save my life!
I'm not that good at rhyming......I just looked up the word "strife."
Aw hell this poem's gonna be as long as long as can be.
I'd be pissed off if it suddenly went away on me.
I wonder if I should be a poet.....I easily express my emotions this way.
Holy crap, that guy is so hot....WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE GAY?? D':
Oh by the way, "strife" is bitter conflict, antagonism, or discord.
This poem could go on forever... Somebody stop me!! GOOD LORD.
Well so much for that,
Go AwayHurtGo Away8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You keep hurting me
Don't even try
To stop you
I don't give a shit
You can hurt me
All you want
It still won't change a thing
You can't make things
You've already ruined
Nothing is going to change
Whether you leave
Though I wonder
Why you bother
What is the point
Of fucking up my life?
You've accomplished your goal
And still you do not leave
But I no longer care
You can't fuck up my life
Percy's Last MomentDeath, it's a funny thing. Well, not exactly in the comical sense. Everyone dies, but for some reason no one is prepared for when it happens. The people who love them are effected and there is no do-overs. Some people live their life accepting their fate, that they will pass on. They may not know where they are going, but they know it's somewhere.Percy's Last Moment2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The worst thing about death is most people can't forget it. Annabeth remembered Percy's death very clearly. Not that she wanted to, of course, but she just couldn't get it out of her head. She recalled every detail.
The thing was, Annabeth didn't want to remember. Percy had made such an impact on her life, that she couldn't bear living without him. He was like a scar that would never go away. But she couldn't just not attend the funeral for all the campers that died in the great battle.
Annabeth forced herself to go. This was an event to focus on the campers lives and the impact they made. Not the death, not the sorrow. Anyway, Annabeth had t
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
From pretty lipsFrom pretty lips such ugly wordsFrom pretty lips2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so filled with spite are seldom heard,
but deep inside I know they are
designed to shield a fragile heart,
to drive me further from your charms -
you hope to shelter me from harm.
I'd rather live in pain with you
than in a numbing bliss untrue.
Such poetry from such sweet lips
outshines the most dramatic script.
Bead by BeadBead by Bead9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I count my days in beads,
one white bead, another day down.
I see how I've done;
I see how many beads have gone by.
Days go by and I add more to the bracelet.
Each day is a battle, another scar prevented.
But as I fight, more stress builds...
Can I keep on going?
Suddenly there's only one white bead again,
the one for hope.
I try to make is day by day, bead by bead;
but I can't live like that anymore.
ObsessionEvery second,Obsession3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I look at you,
A new world unravels in front of me...
When I see you,
I lose track of reality...
I always make up stories,
Make up memories,
Full of expression,
Full of guilt...
I love your smile, your lips, your style,
Your voice, your eyes, your passion...
Why can't I let you go?
I know the answer...
It's an obsession!
everything your silence saysi have not showered since thursday.everything your silence says4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hair is sticky and sprayed,
dry and dull, limp and wilting --
sad like me.
i have not seen my own hips
for three days,
i have hardly changed my clothes.
i do not want to do this.
my name is something lying forgotten
underneath the boxspring of your bed.
i am not a memory for you,
i am not a gift;
instead, i float in the crevasses
of your mind, never near enough
to the surface to be remembered.
every promise of life and love
you have given me,
every swear to never leave
i have given you --
it flounders in the ebbing seas.
i am not clean
and i am not beautiful.
my name is something lying forgotten
underneath the boxspring of your bed.
this is a poem, detailing the
wounds of my heart.
this is a poem, written for you --
you, the forgetful boy,
purple sleep dusting eyelids;
with your hands across your face
black & blue,
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 71 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
alas, i am gonei hope you feelalas, i am gone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rhythmic drum,
red and angry
inside your chest.
this is your heart,
and this will destroy you,
you are no better
than the stale scent of
oranges and cigarettes,
the musty, pale color
your cheeks turn
when you feel
and please, dear,
what illness are you today,
cancerous sore on my tongue
the glimmer in blood
the shine in carotid leaks,
your wilted will left in the
wake of a suicide.
i have no insides
left to give.
with the rock of your hips,
the hook of your lips,
i am a screaming spider as
you leave me to knock
on the door too heavy to
open. i become a flower
closing my lips
to embrace the midnight
darkness that i
Floccinaucinihilipilification:for the record, iFloccinaucinihilipilification:4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only for the
contents of your pants, not the
contents of your heart.
i realise this
now, of course,
and realised how
contents of either are, when
i'm nowhere near them,
nowhere near you.
i have no use for you
have no use for me.
i see no point in
lusting after a ghost;
i see no point in
picking dead flowers;
i see no point in
flying on a broken plane;
i see no point in
calling you without your number.
and what hurts the most is
that i wasted nine months on you.
i might as well have been pregnant,
or pregnant with a three-season disease
named after the first words you spoke
: Malignant Death
I AmI am young and freeI Am5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder about the stars
I hear the clock ticking
I see myself go back in time
I am young and free
I pretend I'm feeling fine
I feel enough pain to know that's false
I touch my heart and hold it
I worry if you and me will ever be right again
I cry when I see your tears
I am young and free
I understand that life is a gift
I say love conquers all
I dream about a wonderful life
I try to be myself when I'm scared
I hope to write with a pen and be known for it
I am young and free
close is close enoughi will wrap my worldclose is close enough4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around your neck
to forget, please,
that it is heartbreak,
the soul of a
longing for love
you have stripped me
of any impulse
i have ever had,
except the one
to light myself on fire,
an orb of fairy light,
and run like i'm
running from you
(instead of myself)
my heart is built of glass,
the only kind of delicate i am
the kind of china the bull
breaks in a boutique;
of shattered glass
fallen like snow
on the floor.
tonight is cold
i knead the skin draped over my collarbone
feeling a threaded nerve twinge
its path to my arm with every pass,
and i plead with myself,
don't make me fall in love
Dear DepressionDear Depression4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When did you start?
To be honest I don't really know, but I do know I am ready for you to leave.
You make me overeat and want to do nothing but sleep.
I am sad all the time.
I have no where to go.
I have no where to run.
I wish I could go back to the times when I still had fun.
You make me yell.
You make me cry.
You make me want to forget about life.
I use to have so much to live for.
I had so much ambition.
Now I keep these feelings hidden because I fear people will only think I want attention.
Depression you are not my friend.
Go back to where you came from.
You are not welcome here.
Nor do I want you near.
When will all this stop?
I want this to end.
I want to be free.
I want to be me.
The me no one sees.
bruises that won't healthe days i will not think of you mostbruises that won't heal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the days i am in therapy.
i hate walking through the doors in
sadness so full that my heart
is begging to burst.
i won't say i've missed you,
but i have. your number is dead
in my phone, & i long for the
music of change echoing from
your heart to your
jean pockets. i don't mean to
apologise, it's only a habit,
just like your nightly smoke fix.
do you remember singing 'no surprises'
to me over the phone,
laughing as your thumbs stumble
over errant strings?
every strum feels like my heart,
i hope you know
the rumble in your throat
becomes its beat.
you are so hard to look at
and everybody looks like you.
the stultified stammer in my belly
flutters like a hummingbird
catching fire on every feather.
any photo of you i can get my hands on,
i do. i let my eyes take in breathless
mouthfuls, my fingers, clawing
daggers digging into the photo and
crumpling it with want.
the hurt is what makes it
you were never supposed
to mean this much to me.
incendiaryit was the city -- you know, a self-contained organism, a microcosm of reality in which we all take part. it's like a play, with our very orchestrated roles rehearsed perfectly until we can pull them off as smooth as ice.incendiary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it doesn't matter which city, because really, they're all the same -- paris, milan, barcelona...lawrence, pittsburgh, atlanta.
what matters is only that we were in the city. i was myself, playing the role of a love-struck jeweler, praying i could find just the right gem to put on my lover's finger someday, and she was herself, playing the role of sara.
sara, my love; sara, my heart; sara, the snow beneath my feet, the ice begging for me to slip
but still, we were here. glimpses of this city swallow my hunger -- i might never eat again if this were my home, the way it filled me up. but the moment i broke eye contact with this entity, this city with its glittering skyline, i felt the hollows in me ache again.
it felt rig
Brickbreaker: yes, another rapMattress martial artsBrickbreaker: yes, another rap4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
King of Pillow Hearts
Bedsheet combat starts
My punchlines and kickdrums
Could beat Chuck Norris' ass
beat the rhythm out Bruce Lee
knock the Chinese out Jackie Chan
I'm good for your body
Call me Dr Pilates
Fiercer than karate
Know you like em extra naughty
So don't go tryna stop me
And don't go tryna top me
Cause I'm a first class hottie
And a little bit haughty
I don't even have to try
I stay fly till I die
Or maybe I'm wax lyrical
Actin' all satirical
Pretend this is a miracle
Empirical ? Illogical.
I'll render you inaudible
As if this was impossible
I make Eminem's jokes look like they came from a Popsicle
I crack rhymes so sick they belong in a hospital
Tear your hair follicles; rearrange your particles
Smash you in the monocle
And since I'm on a roll,
You get less double D's than an honour roll
The dancefloor's on fire, better stop, drop, and roll
Strobe lights, fist fights goin' out of control
If I die tonight, it's cause I ain't got
EmotionsEmotions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why am I sad?
Nothing is wrong.
This feeling isn't suppose to last this long.
The tears I cry feel like a lie.
What can I do to make this all just pass by?
I finally realized how this all started.
You shared your pain with me.
Then I felt it.
I really started to think I was sick.
I lost my appetite.
I lost my smile.
I even kept losing my temper for awhile.
Am I really feeling your pain?
Or am I going insane?
I knew I cared.
That's no surprise.
However I did not think these feelings would arise.
All I can do is be there for you.
Because from the looks of it I'm not going to stop feeling blue.
When your truly happy
When I see your real smile
When I hear your real laugh
And when I see the glow back in your eyes.
Then I can truly wipe my eyes dry.
You can count on me friend.
I will be here for you until the end.
QuestionsWhy do I feel like it's my fault?Questions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it's not.
Why do I feel like dying?
When I shouldn't.
Why do I feel the need to destroy everything that I am?
When I don't have too.
Why do I feel the need to separate from everyone that I love?
Except if I did that I know it would truly be the end.
Although he's included in them.
So what can I do?
Who do I turn to?
Should I turn to you who will love me for who I truly am?
Or should I stay away from you too because of my fear
That I will disappoint you
Just like I disappoint everyone else...
Another Dream With YouWhen my mind plays tricksAnother Dream With You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On me at night
I just hold on tight
To the feeling
That makes me feel
And when I can finally close
I start to dream of blue skies
And fields full of flowers
Then I see you
Standing over there
The sun is shining off
Your golden hair
Then I see that sweet
Smile spread across
I cry out for joy
And I run over to you
To feel your warm
You put your lips to my ear
So that I can hear
That mean so much
Your fingers play in my hair
They dance and twirl
With my curls
I feel your breath on my cheek
I hear the sound of my
As you lay your soft lips
On top of mine
I want to stay here
F o r e v e r
When I open my eyes
I realize that the darkness
Of the night
Now I wish
With all my heart
The dream would last
I look over at the p
A Cutters WorldJust like you wont judge a book by its cover, don't judge me by what you see on the outside. Cutting only defines what I need to do and not who I am. My external scars are only skin deep. To fully understand me try taking a walk in my shoes to experience my REAL pain. The pain that I hide deep inside that I'm forced to suppress every day. For me everyday is a struggle for survival. Of having to lie about how I truly feel, telling people that I feel fine when really I'm hurting deep down. Take a look at my internal scars the ones hidden from the world, the ones time can never heal. At the shit and abuse I was forced to endure as a kid. Try to comprehend prolonged periods of severe depression, and self-hatred along with really intense emotions. Usually making you numb for days on end, like I have many, many times before. Of wanting to cry but your tears having run dry. Or starving yourself for days, maybe weeks with no desires on ever eating. This is the world I live in, one which is verA Cutters World8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
jack johnson, Forever.i.jack johnson, Forever.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i first met you
i was all janis joplin
and no jack johnson.
id heckle the crowd, screaming,
come on, come on, come on,
and take it! take another little
piece of my heart now, baby.
(that is, if i had any pieces left.
i thought i lost a few on prince charmings doorstep,
but it turned out
they were as transparent
as my glass slipper
and i had the wrong address.)
i didnt believe that anything
could always be
better when were together.
at least not forever.
that was when forever was a mere common noun.
overused and misunderstood,
it was as hollow as my bones.
but when your skin exchanged secrets with mine,
the earth shook in reverence
as we shattered stereotypes
and memorialized clichés.
and thus, Forever was born.
you once told me that, to you,
the perfect relationship is an
with the emotional, intellectual, and physical sides
in perfect harmony with each other.
hearts and whalesShe liked goldfish.hearts and whales4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She kept a comet goldfish in a glass bowl on her nightstand, a big ugly thing that swam in lopsided circles and opened and closed its mouth as if it were gasping for air all the time. She got her first goldfish when she was six and went to the carnival two miles down from her house, a big one that served funnel cake and cotton candy and had all these cheap carnival games for fifty cents. She was playing this game where you throw the ring onto the glass milk bottle and it always bounces off. She bought five rings and they all bounced off and she kept buying them until one landed and she finally won and the guy behind the counter gave her a goldfish, and told her that it would've been cheaper to buy one. She wanted to play again and win him a friend, but the guy told her to keep her money and go buy a glass bowl. It was probably cheaper.
This is back when she was in first grade and her favorite movie was Pinocchio, when she dreamed about wooden boys and carnivals and